I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

Uchiha Ming himself turned a deaf ear to the commotion he caused.

The head of the Tokyo University Archery Club had injured his right thumb in a previous accident, but he tried his best to pretend nothing had happened until he was discovered by Takizawa Seventh Dan in the morning.

The substitute player was unable to go on stage because of stage fright and weak hands and feet.

Takizawa Shidan can only ask for help from Uchiha Ming.

Uchiha Ming didn't care.

The Todai Archery Club is ranked last in the Tokyo Metropolitan Alliance.

According to the competition system of the throne selection competition, even he would not be able to drag his team forward unless Hachiman Daimyojin appeared and bestowed the blessing of the god of bows and archers on the others.

It's just a round trip.

It doesn't take much time.

Suddenly, Uchiha Ming felt that a pair of burning eyes were staring at him in the Meiji University team.

"It's yesterday's glasses."

Uchiha Ming disagreed.

Although the Kyudo Prince considered himself a strong opponent, to him, he was just a small stone on the roadside.

If you try to deal with ordinary people, even with the Shadow Clone Technique, they won't be able to handle it.

Uchiha Ming's archery has never been about targeting other people as opponents.

If there is a target, it is only Indra's Arrow.

"Now begins the first round of competition between the University of Tokyo and Meiji University. Please prepare yourselves."

The two teams, totaling ten people, lined up in a row, facing the ten targets in front of them.

The first shooter to stand up is the first one to stand up. After fixing the standing position and shooting posture, the second shooter stands up. The subsequent shooters must stand up after the previous shooter has finished standing up. They must strictly observe the order. Only after hearing the string sound of the previous shooter can they raise the bow and enter the bow-ready state.

When on the same shooting range, the morale, performance and momentum of one team will suppress the other.

If your ability to withstand pressure is too poor, you can only display 20% or 30% of your strength.

"start!"

Following the referee's command, the daqian from Tokyo University and Ming University began to step forward, stand up, and raise their bows.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

Two arrows flew through the air and hit their respective targets.

"it is good!"

"well!"

There are many rules in Kyudo, which are not only for the shooters but also for the audience. When cheering, they can only cheer and applaud "good".

And applause is only allowed when the bull's eye is hit.

Although both teams' Omae hit the target with their first arrows, Tokyo University missed the target repeatedly, while Meiji University hit all of its arrows from the second to the last shot.

The strength of the powerful Kyudo schools gradually became apparent.

"Hiss, four shots and four hits, is this the strength of the king of Tokyo Kyudo Union?" A college student exclaimed in amazement.

The team battle used a long-range target with a range of 60 meters and a diameter of 1 meter. It was not easy to hit the target even for an experienced archer who had practiced archery for several years.

"Meiji University is in great shape! With this momentum, we can break the record of the Tokyo Metropolitan League Qualifying Tournament."

"I've arrived at the Meiji University placement. Hmm, the Meiji University placement is also for the first year?"

"He's a famous person, the Prince of Kyudo, Fujiwara Masataka."

The bespectacled man Fujiwara Masataka had a firm gaze and raised his longbow with skillful and graceful movements. He performed the eight archery techniques in one go and it was flawless no matter from which angle you looked at it. It was truly a pleasure to watch.

"boom."

The whistling arrow flew out of his hand and hit the bull's eye beautifully.

"it is good!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Thunderous cheers and enthusiastic applause immediately echoed in the audience.

Fujiwara Masataka calmly put away his remnant thoughts and glanced in the direction of the University of Tokyo team, not hiding the burning fighting spirit in his eyes.

How's it going, Uchiha.

This is my strength!

"So handsome! I can do this little brother too."

With the addition of this arrow, Fujiwara Masaki's handsome appearance exuded amazing charm, which made the girls in the stands' eyes light up and they were ready to change their husbands or hug him.

"It's the Uchiha from Todai's turn. Meiji University hit five out of five shots, Todai hit one out of four shots. The pressure is quite high."

"The son of the famous First Extraordinary Uchiha Minister, wouldn't that be the only one he can do?"

Contestants from other universities, staff, relatives and friends, and Kyoto audiences were whispering to each other, all focusing their attention on Uchiha Ming.

"Brother Fujiwara's strength has improved again."

Yashikisaki nodded and smiled, then listened to the noisy discussions around him, and then asked Matsudaira Chiyo, who was sitting firmly on the throne:

"Matsudaira, aren't you worried that Uchiha-kun might fail?"

"A Ming will not lose."

Matsudaira Chiyo smiled faintly, leaned forward slightly, looked expectant, and said:

"He's most fascinating when he holds the bow. Don't be as obsessed as I am."

No matter how noisy the stage was, Uchiha Ming's temperament remained extremely cool and he completed the archery ceremony like flowing water.

Uchiha Ming held the bow in his left hand and the arrow in his right hand. His eyes were cold and sharp as he stared at the target in the distance, as if he could see through everything.

The shooting posture is very beautiful.

The sports reporter on the stage nodded repeatedly and made circles and notes in his notebook.

With this shooting posture alone, there is no way the arrow will miss.

Furthermore, this kind of indifferent temperament, which remains unchanged even when faced with a huge disaster, coincides with the essence of Kyudo.

The noble Uchiha of Kyudo is at least as good as the Prince of Kyudo.

"This is?"

At this moment, the middle-aged reporter's pupils shrank.

When Uchiha Ming's momentum accumulated to its peak, the overwhelming power swept out like a tidal wave, making him hold his breath and unable to take his eyes away.

"Zheng."

Before everyone had time to appreciate the light and pleasant sound of the strings that was like the sound of the wind, the next moment, a loud bang vibrated their eardrums.

"boom!"

An arrow shot through the air like thunder, tearing through the air and piercing the center of the bull's eye.

The arrow shaft was completely submerged in it, with only a section of dark black arrow feather sticking out.

What a powerful force this is!

Although the audience may not be good at archery, after watching many matches today, they have never seen anyone shoot such a sharp and decisive arrow.

There is also a breathtaking sense of oppression that accompanies the perfect shooting posture, which is even more fascinating.

The audience was silent at this moment, their hearts filled with shock, and some even held their breath.

Uchiha Ming ended his Zanshin, slowly put away the bow and stood up, his eyes so sharp that one dared not look directly at them.

"Good good!"

"Clap clap clap."

There was a roar of applause and the audience finally came to their senses, cheering and applauding without reservation.

Crush the whole audience and amaze everyone with his skills.

"I almost shot the target to pieces. Luckily I stopped in the end."

Uchiha Ming let out a light breath. It was still a bit difficult to suppress his strength to such a low level.

"The competition... the game continues!"

Time seemed to have frozen on the shooting range. After a long while, the referee finally started to urge them forward.

To an expert, this arrow was incredibly domineering.

In an instant, there was an indescribable tingling sensation that surged from deep within the body, moving up along the spine, and finally exploding on top of the head, making my scalp numb.

Although the other contestants from the two teams in the shooting range did not see Uchiha Ming's shooting posture with their own eyes, the cheers and applause from the audience that almost lifted the roof off, as well as the arrow that penetrated deeply into the target, still shocked them greatly.

After repeated urging from the referee, Meiji University's Ohzen finally regrouped and shot.

Because of his confused mind, the arrow missed the target as expected.

Whenever it was Uchiha Ming's turn to draw the bow and shoot the arrow, the scene would be like a landslide and a tsunami. An almost tangible sense of oppression weighed heavily on all the players, including the University of Tokyo, and the atmosphere was depressing to the extreme.

"hateful!"

"Why is it so strong?"

The powerful and prestigious Meiji University, which had originally demonstrated superb skills, made frequent low-level mistakes and almost missed a round.

However, Uchiha Ming, who had no sense of teamwork at all, used his terrifying momentum to ruthlessly crush his teammates, causing the shooting competition to develop into a fight between weaklings.

"This kind of dominance on the field is simply at the level of a great devil."

The sports reporter was writing excitedly in his little notebook, and now his inspiration burst out.

Every arrow shot by Uchiha Ming made him so excited that he got goosebumps all over his body.

Coupled with his identity as the son of Uchiha Minister of the Supernatural Police Department, he will definitely be able to write a hot news article!

"Now let me announce the results of the competition. Tokyo University, first round. Two, one, zero, zero, five. Eight out of twenty shots."

The broadcast voice sounded slightly hoarse.

"Meiji University, first round. One, one, one, two, four. Nine out of twenty shots."

"Meiji University wins and will proceed to the second round."

The University of Tokyo lost to Meiji University by just one shot.

After all, a team battle requires teamwork. Even if Uchiha Minggo hits all five shots, he cannot lead the entire team into flight.

This was in line with Uchiha Ming's thoughts, as he had no intention of continuing to participate in team battles.

The Meiji University Kyudo Club, as the winner, showed no sign of joy. Instead, they looked dejected and dejected.

"This kind of monster..."

This result was too bad for them to accept, and they were mentally devastated. Under the persecution of the great demon Uchiha, they almost lost all confidence.

This is just a team battle. It is hard to imagine how terrible it will be when the individual competition is a direct confrontation.

By then, maybe I won't even have the courage to hold a bow.

But there are still people who cross this high wall.

"Uchiha, I will not lose in tomorrow's individual competition."

Fujiwara Masataka's eyes behind his glasses were burning with fighting spirit as he spoke word by word.

"Oh, let's do our best together."

Uchiha Ming looked indifferent and waved his hand.

"Yes, Kudo-kun."

Chapter 398 Chapter 399 Son of God

"Sorry, I'm late. There was a traffic jam."